The longer the past week dragged on the harder it got to make it to the end of each day *yawn*. The beacon on the horizon was the visit of Mung and the boys, who stayed in the caravan on Saturday night. Mung has only met Small DB once, and she was so tiny then that she barely peeped the entire time he was here.
Things are different now. He now holds the record (besides the nana) of the person who Small DB has willingly stayed with the longest. She very much enjoyed him holding her as they watched M push the boys and Small Z up and down the footpath in the billy cart at some ungodly hour this morning. Have I mentioned that Small DB got her two top teeth through last Thursday?!
Oh my gosh. She doesn’t cry or whinge, but her poor little bum got so red raw that she has spent the last two days sitting nude from the waist down near the heater. Small Z and I raced to lie her in the only sunbeams that we’ve seen, and that seemed to help – as did Hydrazole cream. Poor little thing. However, she was enchanted to be at home and yet surrounded by more people…
Small Z had a good time too, although she didn’t seem to realise she was three-years old, in comparison to the five-year old Otis and almost seven-year old Luka… Mostly it didn’t really matter.
We headed up to Somers later in the morning and wandered along the beach, almost knee deep in seaweed and kelp. I found, without knowing what it was, a shark’s egg. I also found a beautiful tiny sea urchin. Small Z was interested to observe the boys play fighting with sticks and generally behaving like… um, boys. And thus challenged M to a swordfight with sticks.
We finished up at the lovely cafe, which isn’t quite so lovely when it’s crowded with lots of people, but still – they serve stylish beverages….
…and bloody expensive chips.